a teeny tiny little piece deep inside of you that gets a little happier when you see your ex's bad decisions come back to bite her in the ass? If my wife left me for some douchebag in the middle of a cancer fight, I wouldn't wish true suffering or illness on her, but I'd certainly point and laugh if she ran her convertible into the back of an overloaded manure truck.

I'll say this though, Guinness here, even off the tap and poured "correctly" is a totally different deal than a Guinness in Ireland. Local pubs are only allowed to pour it after their taps are inspected and approved by Guinness and their stock is rotated weekly if necessary. (except it's not necessary because everybody and their newborns drink the stuff morning, noon and night) From the pint can, poured hard and left to boil is not a bad beer at all. Great for breakfast.

are heading downtown traverse city in a little bit to find a drink. Only bummer is that the kids are with us. Don't get me wrong, I love having our boys with us, but it's been waaaaay too long since mama bear and I got messed up and fooled around in public.